I spent the day with my surrogate grandchild, Bowski, (from Lebowski) a border collie/black lab cross, happily playing Prefab Sprout tracks (well two on a compilation track) to aforementioned offspring. He couldn’t say a word, because he wanted to go and look at a van ‘a few miles in Wales’ and his car had blown up. So we drove there, and he said ‘Whose this’ and I reminded him. ‘Have I heard them?’ Yes but you were into hiphop last time I played them.’ ‘Not bad’. ‘in Wales’ turned out to be Fishguard. So we had a long time to listen. No pics though, although Bowski who was due to be de-knadgered today but missed it, got into the bed of an older woman, a spaniel called Lizzie. One last hurrah attempted.

Ollie often had a stoned look about him, he would peer at you in a glazed manner as if to say ‘You’re not much use to me are you, Infidel, not unless you can get me to that desert where I left the rest of my stash.’